Self-obsession is everywhere.
I cannot walk down the street, visit a coffee shop, buy a newspaper without the evidence of this burning shadows on my retinas.
If it is not preening in mirrors, it is magazines using sex to sell themselves and the products they advertise.
I try so hard to let it go, let it go, let it go, I try to breathe it away but I cannot resist The Calling any more.
Eradication is the only option.
People only see of me what they want to see.
No, correction, they don’t see me at all.